Datang male nanny

Chapter 278 Revenge and Vengeance
After eating and drinking enough, Ni Tu ordered everyone to close their eyes and meditate.

Zheng Feng, who had been beaten and kicked by Niu Er and Zhao Liuer, just wanted to ask why he did this, touched his swollen mouth, and thought it was better not to worry about so many things.

All he has to do is to write everything here on the cloth, and then take the opportunity to hand it over to the hidden Imperial Forest Army, and let them pass it on to His Majesty.

After eating and drinking enough, he fell asleep after a meal.

After sleeping until about midnight, Zheng Feng was woken up by someone.

Then, they rode swiftly through the boundless night.

At this time, Zheng Feng discovered that there were only Ni Tu, Niu Er, Zhao Liu'er, and five Mo Daomen on this trip, plus him, a total of nine people.

They galloped through the night on horseback.

After running out for less than half an hour, Ni Tu got off his horse and asked someone to lead the horse to hide in a small forest.

Afterwards, Ni Tu led the crowd to climb up a gentle slope, lay down on the spot, and looked towards the dark direction.

After getting used to the light here, Zheng Feng realized that it was a low-lying area, about [-] steps away from the gentle slope.

And there was a faint sound of wind chimes from that position.

The wind blew, and there was a strong smell of blood.

Waiting quietly until the eastern horizon slowly began to dim with light, Zheng Feng suddenly discovered that there was actually a battle with a head hanging there.

Only then did he understand why Ni Tu was so angry that he kept clenching his fists loudly.

At this time, the sound of horseshoes suddenly sounded.

Accompanied by the sound of horseshoes, someone yelled, and the sound gradually moved from far to near.

Niu Er quietly translated those words beside Ni Tu, and Ni Tu's eyes were full of blood.

When the group of people came to the front of the head battle, they held up torches to shine and laughed wildly.

Through these firelights, Ni Tu could clearly see that all of them were from the Tang Dynasty, roughly counting at least a hundred people.

Ni Tu was so angry that he punched the ground hard.

There were about 40 people in that group of Western Turks.They got off their horses, collected dry wood to light a fire, built a fire with wooden branches, and roasted a young deer they had hunted during the day.

From the words they discussed, it is known that a group of caravans will pass by here when the sun rises.

They were ready to eat and drink enough, take a good night's sleep, and refresh themselves enough to plunder and kill during the day, beheading and hanging up for fun.

Just as they were having a good time drinking and eating meat, Ni Tu waved and signaled everyone to sneak back to the grove.

Once in the grove, Ni Tu ordered everyone to distribute a jug of white wine.

Drinking a few sips alone can not only invigorate the blood but also dispel the cold, and the most important thing is to dispel the sleepiness in the early morning.

A jug of wine was drained.

Ni Tu gave the order, and everyone got on their horses one after another.

Ni Tu's arms were full of iron balls, and he carried a bow and arrow on his back. Then he drew a long knife half a meter long from the long scabbard on the horse's back.

This is a scaled-down version of the Mo Dao, with the handle and blade shortened, but the blade has been specially treated by Ni Tu. The tip of the blade is in the shape of a triangular edge. Once it hits the enemy, it will only bleed to death.

The blade is made of refined steel, which can easily split a hammer into two.

Mo Dao Shou even took off the straw and skin that had been used as cover along the way, and threw them together.

Although the night before dawn is the strongest, the gleaming Mo Dao is particularly exciting.

This is the first action of the Modao team since its establishment, and everyone is full of expectations and excitement.

Niu Er is holding two big axes.

Zhao Liu'er wielded a long spear.The tip of the spear has been improved by Ni Tu. The blade is broad and sharp, like a cone, a knife, and a sword. Although the various weapons are different, Zhao Liuer likes the unparalleled lethality very much.

Because he admires strength the most, he named this weapon the Killing Star, and decided to make it a family heirloom to be passed down from generation to generation.

As for the killing star's marksmanship, he still needs to hone it slowly on the battlefield.

One by one, they stood on the horse in high spirits, waiting for the most important ray of light at dawn.

There is a red light gradually in the east, but that light is not eye-catching, because there is no light at all.

When the light changed from rosy to white, emitting a dazzling outline of the long peak, Ni Tu gave an order, "Let's go!"

He was the first to escape the woods.

Everyone rushed out one by one.

Nine people lined up, holding long blades, and walked slowly along the road.

When they turned around the mound, the group of Western Turkic people who were eating and drinking came to their senses, hurriedly threw away the wine bags and barbecue in their hands, got on their horses messily, drew their scimitars, and ran towards Ni Tu and the others yelling.

Ni Tu tightened the rope and came out first, facing the extremely fierce Western Turkic man, he raised his Mo Dao and slashed at the man's neck.

He didn't even care that the scimitar thrown forward by the Western Turk would hit Ni Tu's chest.

"puff!"

With just one knife, the Western Turk was cut in half.

The knife mark started from the neck and directly cut through half of the body.

The corpse suddenly fell to the horse.

One knife, one person!
Cut off the horse.

Before the group of Western Turks could react, they saw their companions being cut off from their horses, and immediately babbled and screamed in anger.

The crowd flocked like a storm.

Niu Er and Zhao Liu'er stood on Ni Tu's left and right flanks, raised their weapons and shouted loudly: "Kill!"

The nine people immediately formed a golden triangle, like a sharp knife inserted into the enemy team.

Wherever it goes, the sword rises and the enemy falls first.

With just one collision, one-third of the opponent was chopped off.

Seeing this, the Western Turks who were hiding behind hesitated a bit.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the incredible scene.

These Tang people have always been cowardly in their eyes, but they didn't expect that today's Tang people are like heavenly soldiers and generals, holding five huge shining weapons, and with a gust of wind, they hacked to death more than half of their teammates.

What kind of weapons are they holding, but the magic wands of the angels, who will decapitate the opponent once they touch them.

The horse whose owner had been beheaded frantically fled the scene and ran towards the road behind Ni Tu.

Ni Tu and others didn't care about them either.

As for them, the hunter brought by Niu Er will naturally capture them.They have been waiting on the road for a long time.

The rest of the dozen or so Western Turkic people were stunned, but Ni Tu and the others had already rushed to the front.

They parried abruptly, and the scimitar in their hands, no matter how sharp it is usually, has become a small kitchen knife at this time.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

……

One knife at a time.

Ni Tu and the others are invincible, as long as they pass by, there is naturally a dead silence.

The Western Turks hiding at the back of the team were either leaders or smart people.

In just a few blinks, the 40 people he brought were already decapitated, lying on the ground bleeding profusely.

It wasn't until Ni Tu and the others stopped their hands and stood not far away like heavenly soldiers and generals that they realized it.

After reacting, he quickly turned the horse's head, slapped the horse's butt with all his strength, and galloped manically.

"Let me finish him!" Niu Er urged his horse to chase after him.

Ni Tu waved his hand and stopped Niu Er.

Ni Tu put away the short-edged Mo Dao and returned it to its scabbard.

Immediately afterwards, holding the bow in hand, he draws the arrow and hits the string.

It crunches and stretches to become a full moon.

"Whoosh!"

This arrow hit the knee socket of the man hundreds of meters away.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow hit the man's other knee socket.

The kneecaps were shot out.

The man's speed obviously slowed down a lot due to the pain, but he still reluctantly twitched the whip quickly, lay on the horse's back, and left quickly.

(End of this chapter)